I saw something dim pass me, and then come close and touch me, as if it sank down by my side; and that happened again and again.
But it was all very dream-like and strange: the awful, overwhelming, crushing sound of the wind seemed to press upon my brain so that I could not for a long time think, only lie and try to breathe without catching each inspiration in a jerky, spasmodic way.
I suppose hours must have passed, during which I stared through the darkness at the dull whitish phosphorescent glow which appeared through the gloom, and died out, and appeared and died out again and again, passing like clouds faintly illumined in a ghastly way, and all mingled with the confusion caused by that awful roar.

Then at last I began to feel that the rush of wind and water was passing over me, and that I was in some kind of shelter; and when I had once hit upon this, I had as it were grasped a clue.

I knew that I was lying on stones, and saw that rising above me was a mass of rock, which I knew by the touch, and this stone was sheltering me from the wind and spray.
"We must have reached the shore safely, then," I said to myself, for my head was getting clearer; "and--yes--no--I was not hurt.

We were all saved, then." At that point a terrible feeling of dread came over me.

I was safe, but my companions?
The shock of this thought threw me back for a bit, but I was soon struggling with the confusion again, and I recalled the fact that I had felt some one touch me as he sank down by my side.
Arrived at this point, I turned a little to look, but all was perfectly black.